This is a song about "Still miss him but don t want to he moved on and you hate it"

When you took my hand up so calm

Dusted it off, and moved on

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Y'all turn back on your neighborhoods, still you miss the tears,

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

At the same damn time

This boa, what's your motivation

He loved her and her laughter still haunts him

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Quickly moved to chi-town, a place that i grew to hate

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

And i hate to admit, but they'll never stop hating it